Monday, August 31, 2009

dream. (f/ Mr. Clarke & Tenerife (nearly))

At first I was in some sort of computer game with a red blob where I had to collect coins around this gothic castle.  Mario much?

Then I was packing my suitcase to go on holiday to Tenerife with my father.  My mother and father were wandering around the house trying to help me, but I was doing an okay job by myself.  We were also watching television at the same time, and I remember the weather in Bristol was pretty nice – sunny and picturesque in the view outside over our patio.  I then had visions of walking around Spain taking photographs (which reminded me of another dream I’d had when I was staying at a hostel in Spain with schoolfriends, which began collapsing around us as we ran around inside looking for things to collect / explore).  Anyway, my father informed me that I would have to make my own way to the airport (I guess maybe he wasn’t coming with me after all?), which pissed me off somewhat.  But I was sitting in front of the television, which sometimes showed a programme and at other times would be off.

Then I remember I was sat in the back corner of the school classroom I was in in Year 7 (aged 11-12) in the middle of a maths lessons with Mr. Clarke.  Mr Clarke was my maths teacher for 4 out of the 5 years that I took maths in secondary school; he was pretty nice (we organised gifts for when he returned to school after paternity leave) and also very sexy – my mother had/has a big crush on him (he was gorgeous, to be fair).  So he was teaching this maths lesson, and I was sitting the back corner, and I had somehow acquired a dark blue napkin, which I was folding like origami.  Somehow, I made a paper aeroplane (which I can never do in real life) so I held it in my hands, but the temptation was to great so I let it fly.  It sailed across the classroom and landed in the opposite front corner of the room.  Mr. Clarke stared at it, then pretending to ignore it, while I went to the front of the room to pick it up and put it in the bin. I then sat down in a seat at the front corner, behind one of my friends Ben Conrad (who was a skinny boy I was pretty good friends with around that age).  We were trying to copy things off the board, and Mr Clarke had written a list of things. However, my eyesight made them really blurry, and he’d written them in a green pen which meant that I couldn’t read his writing properly.  I asked Ben what the penultimate word said, and he replied “it’s hydration”.  I thought that he was wrong and told him so, as I could make out too many loops in the word for it to be “hydration”.  Mr. Clarke heard us disagreeing and said “instead of asking him, why don’t you put your glasses on?” and pointed at the glasses sitting on the edge of my desk, which I hadn’t noticed until this point.  So I put my glasses on, and I saw that the word said “H500000″, and Ben had been right. (Apparently, in my dream, “H500000″ was equivalent to “hydration”, because that’s obviously the correct formula!)  I just remember Mr Clarke looking at me and smiling, and then I woke up.

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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Si tuvieras un hibrido estas chicas te lavar�an el auto .. Gratis

Imaginemos esta situación. Vas conduciendo tu coche por una céntrica calle de Hollywood (EEUU) y te topas con un cartel que dice “Lavado de coche en bikini gratis” y empiezas a sonreír. Pero si continuas leyendo ves que es sólo para híbridos, ¡¡tu ineficiente y arcaico coche convencional te deja fuera!!

No es ficción, sino una forma de llamar la atención por parte de un grupo de chicas ecologistas y muy verdes (en mentalidad… ecológica). Su lavado de coches está abierto a cualquier propietario de un coche híbrido o eléctrico, los demás no son bienvenidos. Como forma de promover los híbridos no está mal.

Las chicas se emplearán a fondo en bikinis verdes en lavar el coche, con limpiadores especiales que no requieren agua y son respetuosos con el medio ambiente. Ante todo, coherencia. Las Chicas Ecologistas Cabreadas lo hacen como forma de protesta en el país de la supercontaminación automovilística.

Via: motorpasion

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Dermal anchors piercing zeer populair !

De meningen zijn verdeeld maar uit onderzoek blijkt dat de meeste jongeren tussen de 15 en 25 piercings wel sexy vinden zowel bij mannen als bij vrouwen.De piercing is in opmars gekomen nadat de navelpiercing populair geworden is gevolgd door de wenkbrauw piercing,natuurlijk zijn er ook genitaliën piercings maar dit is een aparte groep die toch wel in de minderheid is,op dit moment is de zogenaamde Dermal anchors piercing heel populair aan het worden (zie video),Dermal anchor piercing is een mini implantaat. Het klein titanium plaatje wordt onder je huid geplaatst en het enigste wat zichtbaar blijft is een blinkend steentje van Swarovski.Heb jij al een piercing en welke dan?Geef je reactie of stuur je foto door we plaatsen hem dan op de webkrant bij dit bericht!

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Saturday, August 29, 2009

More House season 6 promo pictures

Here are 2 more promo pics + one ad . The 2 pics are better than the rest,less photoshop ,he looks alive LOL ,I hope there will be more pics of Jennifer Morrison and Robert Sean Leonard ……with less photoshop cause they also looked pretty but plastic.

Anywayyyy….I miss the curls but the eyes are distracting . Not sure about the tongue pic,normally such a pic would be gross not cause tongues are gross but because such a big ,close-up pic makes tongues look huge,in your face sorta’ , not that nice but since this is Hugh..well,tongue!porn I guess.

The ad looks pretty cool as concept,pretty bad cause of the photoshop ,Hugh’s face looks weird,unnaturally fat in a way,strange stuff but there’s bulge (yeah,what I said it..crooootch LOL)

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Friday, August 28, 2009

DOWNLOAD LINK FOR ICP's NEWEST ALBUM

http://codyscode.com/member-downloads/insane-clown-posse-bang!-pow!-boom!/

BANG! POW! BOOM GREEN!

1 “Intro” 1:26

2 “Freaky Creep Show” (Red Cover) 2:56

2 “The Clowns Are Back” (Green Cover) 2:29

2 “Beautiful Doom” (Blue Cover) 3:05

3 “In Yo Face” 4:07

4 “The Bone” 3:54

5 “Zombie Slide” 3:27

6 “To Catch a Predator” 5:21

7 “Boing Boing” 4:46

8 “I Found a Body” 5:46

9 “Love” 3:16

10 “Fonz Pond” 4:02

11 “Imma Kill U” 4:30

12 “Juggalo Island” 4:58

13 “Vultures” 4:50

14 “Vera Lee” 5:17

15 “Miracles” 5:12

16 “Bang! Pow! Boom!” 11:42

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Within My Dreams

She is the concubine of my dreams

the one who sates my lust

makes my lance oh so very hard

quenches the fiery pain

the ache of my insatiable hunger

slakes my burning thirst

with the honeycomb of her wetness

oh how I aching long

to cup the orbs of her ripe breasts

within the palms of my hands

squeeze the soft curves of her bosom

gently with my fingers

feel the entire length of my dagger

slide up into the warmth

of the velvety sheath of her wetness

to taste the bouquet of the

curves of her full and luscious lips

to tease the triggers

of her nipples with both my thumbs

once again tonight

within my dreams so titillating erotic

oh yes how I long

to hold my lovely and obedient slave

within my arms of bondage

beneath the bright and shining stars

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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Bad Girl

It was on the world wide web

that I found a lovely girl

who was oh so good at being bad

teasing me with the curves

of her luscious melon sized breasts

with the honey of her wetness

she lured me between the sheets

of her queen sized bed

where she rocked my little world

turned it upside down

made me hoot, whoop and holler

even as like the dog I am

for more I couldn’t help but beg

as I lay upon my back

with the luscious orbs of her bosom

cupped within my hands

my thumbs resting upon the triggers

the cherries of her nipples

as she rode atop my trembling body

made me cum all night

not just once but a whole lot more

within the velvety sheath

of the honey that is her wetness

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

All But Forgotten

Old enough to be my lover

yet young enough to be my daughter

still within my loving arms

the curvature of her bareassed body

upon her bed I enfolded

allowed the brown haired goddess

to take the place

of her aging and wrinkled mother

the walls of her bedroom

echoed with the sounds of exaltation

when the swollen prick

of my rock hard and throbbing lance

slipped into the flower

the velvety sheath of her femininity

spread the lips of her labia

all the way open for the very first time

made the twenty-one year old

lass moan, sigh and cry in ecstasy

beneath the satin sheets

of her very own altar of infinite lust

now that her mother

except for in my dreams not so often

twas nearly all but forgotten

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

ca plane pour moi

i read after dark by haruki murakami

i read the whole book in two days

feels like i should ”become somebody”

i get dressed in the morning feeling like ” i matter ”

maybe i should ‘ just die ‘  ’ soon’

i was eating lunch with somebody , felt like i talked to much

i should just jump off a  tall building

people will say ‘ who was that ‘ and ‘ what a ‘dumbass’

just ate some rice and beans

feels like i should run or die or something

i’m currently wearing an american apparel shirt

i feel like i can do well

am i ‘ stupid ‘

‘jesus ‘

‘damn ‘

‘hehe’

feel sad about old people who are wroking lowing paying jobs

i feel like i might  fail my  ’advanced literary therory class’

we were supposed to write an essay or something

‘ idk ‘

i just typed ‘ fuck’  like 40 times

i felt ‘depressed’ and ‘ bored ‘

at the bottom of the page i wrote ‘ sometimes cows want to die ‘

and i drew a  ’ leather jacket ‘ with windows paint

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